He was only wearing a pair of basketball shorts, and his hair looked as though he had just come out of the shower and repeatedly run his hands through it.
Without looking down, he took my towel and wrapped it around me. Maybe you should practise holding on to your towel and not flinching so easily.
I took the cloth from his hands and said, "Well, I wasn't exactly expecting you to stroll in. Is there a reason why you couldn't knock or wait until I was dressed?
He didn't say anything as he carefully examined my face as though debating whether to. I could see the stiffness in his stance, as if something was bothering him.
I softly questioned, "Alrik?"
No response.
I worriedly regarded him and asked, "Is something wrong?
He approached me, hugged me, and leant over.
